Enjoy the works of four daring romance authors who offer their readers a taste of the erotic.

Friday, July 31, 2015

Happy Friday, friends! Nona here, to share some fun news with you. I belong, with several other sexy romance authors, to the Nice Girls Writing Naughty Facebook Group. We are a collection of authors and readers who have a lot of fun sharing sexy pics, chatting about romance and just having a great time together. We also have monthly events featuring cool prizes.

This month, we've been celebrating our one-year anniversary with the July Jubilee. Each Friday, several authors take turns playing games and sharing bits of their work. Today is the last day of our event, and from 7 to 10 p.m Leela Lou Dahlin, Mia Downing and Taige Crenshaw will be taking over our Facebook page. The Grand Prize is a Margarita Maker, including fixings! What an awesome way to celebrate a long, hot Summer.

August 1 is Saturday, and we will kick off that month by participating in the "My Sexy Saturday" blog hop at the Nice Girls Writing Naughty Blog. Each Saturday we authors will feature sexy snippets from our books and mini-prizes along with a Grand Prize basket of books and goodies!Please join us in these sexy celebrations of Summer at our Facebook page and blog. Keep cool and happy reading!Nice Girls Writing Naughty Blog: nicegirlswritingnaughty.wordpress.comNice Girls Writing Naughty Author/Reader FB Group:https://www.facebook.com/groups/NGWNreaders/

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

It's been a dog's age since I've been around the blog, and I have immense apologies and updates on that coming very soon!

But today, we have a lovely guest post by a new friend and fellow author, J.L. Gribble.

J.L. and I met last month at the In Your Write Mind conference in Greensburg, PA. Her debut novel dropped on June 26, at a fabulous book signing, and sold like hotcakes! There's a lot of reasons for that: number one, because the book is fantastic! (more on that in a moment) First, some of the nitty gritty - the book cover and blurb, and our post from J.L. ;-p Enjoy.

One hundred years ago, the vampire
Victory retired from a centuries-long mercenary career. She settled in Limani, the
independent city-state acting as a neutral zone between the British and Roman
colonies on the New Continent.

Today, Victory is a city councilwoman,
balancing the human and supernatural populations within Limani. Her daughter Toria
is a warrior-mage, balancing life as an apprentice mercenary with college
chemistry courses.

Tomorrow, the Roman Empire
invades.

Hello! My name is J.L. Gribble, author of the urban
fantasy/alternate history novel STEEL VICTORY, and I’m popping in because I
heard this is where all the sexy books were. (I have not been disappointed.)

Our lovely hosts invited me to add to the discussion and
introduce you all to my new novel, which features vampires and other paranormal
races, along with human magic users. Traditionally, in paranormal romance and
much of “standard” urban fantasy, these are the characters getting all of the
sexy bits. Unfortunately, I’ve got bad news for you. There’s no sex in my book.

Well, hopefully you’ll stick with me while I try to explain
my reasoning.

STEEL VICTORY was written as my thesis novel in graduate
school, which I attended during the height of the Twilight craze. I’m a bit of
a closet hipster, so I was determined to go against the grain. My vampire was
not going to have a sex scene in my book. While I definitely appreciate the sex
appeal inherent in the vampire state (in fact, the 20-page research paper I
wrote on this in college goes into quite a bit of detail on this aspect of the
traditional “horror” monster), I didn’t feel that it was a necessary part of
the character itself.

My goal was to write supernatural creatures with just as
much depth and complexity as any “human” character, without taking the shortcut
of only leaning on their otherness as a substitute for proper character development.

That’s not to say that Victory, Master of the City of
Limani, is an asexual creature or without any sort of companionship. In fact, as
of the events of the novel, she has been in a committed (romantic and sexual)
relationship with her daywalker (my variation on the “human servant” trope) for
almost a hundred years. However, I believe that in every good story, regardless
of length, every scene and every interaction should have a purpose. And I could
not find a place or a purpose for a sex scene in my book.

One of the methods of conflict that I employ often in my own
storytelling is the idea of pushing my characters to the limit. I put them
through hell. And part of putting Victory through hell was putting Mikelos, her
daywalker, in a position where the two characters having sex was out of the
question, while also doing so in a way that has the reader accepting and
supporting that narrative decision. (Nope, I won’t tell you how I manage it.
Sorry not sorry. Spoilers….)

Take a moment to think critically about the best erotica
you’ve ever read. Chances are, every sex scene in the book had a greater
purpose than just titillating the book’s audience. I had to do the exact opposite:
make every scene between Victory and Mikelos serve a purpose that did not lead
them to having sex.

Thanks for hanging out with me while I critically discuss my
own work, and hopefully you’re intrigued enough to give STEEL VICTORY a chance.

Despite the lack of sex.

And now for my review! Five out of Five Divas! So this story was a bit on the outskirts of what I usually read. But like J.L. said - give it a chance, despite the lack of sex! I did, and boy am I glad for that. This story transports you to the beautiful world of Limani, full of intrigue, paranormals, and wonderful characters. I enjoyed getting transported to this new world and getting inside the heads of Victory and her daughter Toria. These ladies eat danger for breakfast, and I couldn't wait to see what trouble they found around every corner, as they worked to save Limani. The heat level, of course, is 0 Divas, but don't fear, Divettes, this book won't leave you wanting. As soon as I was done reading, I went, "where's the next one????!!!" Well, I know that J.L. is working hard on the next book in this series, and I, for one, can't wait for the next installment. And I have it on very good authority that there is hope for readers to get to see behind the curtain of the beginning of the relationship between Mikelos and the lovely Victory. Be sure to pick up your copy at these locations:

By day, J. L. Gribble is a professional medical editor. By
night, she does freelance fiction editing in all genres, along with reading,
playing video games, and occasionally even writing.

Previously, Gribble studied English at St. Mary’s College of
Maryland. She received her Master’s degree in Writing Popular Fiction from
Seton Hill University in Greensburg, Pennsylvania, and STEEL VICTORY was her
thesis novel for the program. This is her debut novel.

She lives in Ellicott City, Maryland, with her husband and
three vocal Siamese cats. Find her online (www.jlgribble.com), on Facebook
(www.facebook.com/jlgribblewriter), and on Twitter and Instagram (@hannaedits).
She is currently working on more tales set in the world of Limani.

Love Howard has more than a knack for matchmaking. Born from a forbidden
passion and a twelve-hundred-year-old promise, she and her sisters can
literally see true love. And while Love has no problem bringing other couples
together, her own romantic life could use a little help.

Danton DeAngelo has always been well grounded in reality. So it throws him
for no small loop when the woman he’s fallen for believes that she’s been
reincarnated eleven times and can actually see true love.

Now Danton is faced with the biggest decision of his life. Accept Love for
who she really is, or walk away from her forever.

How much of ourselves do we put into our characters?

It’s a question many authors are asked at one time or another in their career.

For me, there is a very good bit of myself in Love Howard, main character of my debut novel, Love’s Battle.

I spent the majority of my childhood in Maryland, where Love’s Battle takes place and have been to nearly all of the places mentioned in her story.

There’s the Inner Harbor- amazing in and of itself.

Camden Yards- I can’t tell you how many summers I spent with my family a few rows behind home plate oogling Baltimore Oriole, Brady Anderson from the stands.

Steamed crabs, doused in Old Bay are delicacy that are often imitated, but never duplicated!

Ellicott City- a fun little town

And much more. But that’s where the similarities end. Love after all, is a figment of my imagination. And creating her, I gave her a few things I only dream about.

Love is multi-lingual. I remember only basics of four years of French and the only Spanish I know is not enough to ask how to get to the bathroom.

Her shoes collection and closet is to envied by all. It’s amazing.

She’s got a brilliant memory. Able to remember every single moment of the twelve hundred years she’s lived.

Her car, an Alpha Romeo 8 C Spider, is the stuff dreams are made of.

She can play the harp like a goddess. I’m green with jealousy. I can barely read music!

And to top it off, she can see true love. How can you beat that?

Excerpt from Love's Battle:

“That
was close,” I breathed when we were outside, an entire building between myself
and the best man.

“It’s
about to get even closer.” Faith smiled, making me instantly wary. I knew what
was coming. She’d seen it. They both had.

“What
do you mean?” I asked, playing dumb.

“Look
at him again, and you tell us,” Hope challenged.

Dutifully
I opened the door. Keeping to the shadows, I stepped inside, just enough to get
another look at Danton DeAngelo. There he was laughing with his friends, what a
beautiful sight. Male perfection bathed in the same powder blue light that all
souls gave off when they were destined to be together. Blowing out a breath, I
closed the door and faced my sisters.

“He’s
blue.”

“He’s
not the only one, honey.” Hope smiled, holding out a compact mirror she had
pulled from her purse.

Snatching
it from her, I peered into the reflecting glass. There was my image, the one
I’d spent twenty five years looking at, the one I saw mirrored in the face of
my sisters. Except, unlike yesterday, I could now see a telltale blue glow
around my face. Faint at first but growing stronger with every second. Closing
the compact I could see the glow encompassing my hands. I looked down and
around. Like a bad rash, it was all over me.

A married mother of two, I split
my time between bringing characters to life by computer, and yarn to life with
needle and hook. You can find me at www.authorangelahayes.blogspot.com
where I help connect readers and the authors they love.

Actress Tess McKenzie is performing in the Tenth Circle of Showbiz Hell—dinner theater. All she really wants is to start a theater of her own. Then Tess receives an offer she can’t refuse. She’ll get her funding…if she pretends to be the fiancée to her nemesis, Texan property tycoon Hunter Dade. If she’s going to pull this off, she’ll need all the luck she can get. Break a leg, indeed.On the verge of a big business deal, Hunter needs to hire a fiancée. He hasn’t quite forgiven Tess for ruining his wedding, but when their chemistry goes from combative to straight-up lust, the “no sex” clause in their mutually beneficial arrangement is tested. Which is a serious problem, because if Tess isn’t careful, she’ll go from breaking a leg to breaking her heart…

Excerpt Tess’s opaque gaze cleared and was replaced by something more challenging.

“And the proposal was perfect.”

The proposal? Shit, the
proposal. With Jenna, he had taken her to the Signature Room on the ninety-fifth
floor of the Hancock, a traditional place for romantic dates and the unveiling
of engagement rings. Soft music, so-so food, a stunning view of the city: all
calculated accessories to the perfect popping of the question. Sliding his ring
on Tess’s finger ten seconds before they arrived at the ranch had been the
opposite of romantic.

Funnily, it had felt a hundred
times more real.

The ladies leaned forward in
expectation. “Tell us about the proposal!” Denise chirped. “I love a good
proposal story.”

“Yes, do tell, honey,” Tess
murmured, the little minx.

A few seconds ticked over while
Hunter scrambled for a likely tale. It would have to be something unique,
something worthy of this special woman. His neurons untangled for a brief,
illuminating moment.

“Tess is on her feet a lot with
this latest show of hers, so she’s rather partial to foot rubs.”

“Sounds like heaven,” Tawny
said, a hint of green in both her skin tone and voice.

“So we were on the sofa at home,
just our usual. Foot rubs, ice cream, chatting about our day,” Hunter went on,
warming to the tale while his palm heated on the silky soft skin of Tess’s ass.
A flash fantasy of their “usual” becoming a reality tried to take hold, but he
shoved it deep into his brain’s attic. “And I slipped the ring on her pinky toe.”

He looked into Tess’s eyes,
seeking approval. The catch in her throat and the bloom on her cheeks were his
answer. Relief flooded his veins at pleasing her. Raising her left hand, she
rocked the perfect Home Shopping Network move with her fingertips on his chest,
displaying the sapphire engagement ring to perfection.

Atta girl.

“I asked her if she’d be okay
with me giving her foot rubs for the rest of her days and—”

“I took another bite of Phish
Food first.” Tess sounded a tad breathless. “For strength, and well, no
life-changing decision should be made without the benefit of ice cream.
Amirite, ladies?”

The ladies nodded in awe, even
the usually skeptical Buffy who hung on every single word. Christ, they were
knocking this out of the park.

“Hunter had already eaten all
the chocolate fish, so I had to have a serious think about whether I was
prepared to spend my life with someone who steals the best part. But…” She
paused, her eyes filled with warmth and love. Hell and damn, she was something
else. “I decided he’d already stolen my heart and soul. And I deserved those
foot rubs.”

About Kate Meader

Originally from Ireland, Kate cut her romance reader teeth on Maeve Binchy and Jilly Cooper novels, with some Mills & Boon thrown in for variety. Give her tales about brooding mill owners, oversexed equestrians, and men who can rock an apron or a fire hose, and she’s there. Now based in Chicago, she writes sexy contemporary romance with alpha heroes and strong heroines who can match their men quip for quip.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

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enter to win a $50 gift card as part of the book launch.

Love, vengeance, attempted murder, and a bomb...No reason to panic.

When a medical robot insists he's having a heart attack,
Marlee Evans, a pragmatic maintenance technician, has every reason to panic.
There's a bomb inside him. Since Marlee
can't risk the bomber discovering she's found the device, her only option is to
kidnap Deacon Black, an unflappable bomb expert, and secretly convince him to
disarm it. Things go slightly awry when
Deacon sets a trap for someone who is trying to kill him, and inadvertently
captures Marlee instead. Instantly
intrigued by her refreshingly forthright and gutsy attitude, he's smitten. Unfortunately for Deacon, Marlee recently
hardened her heart and swore off men, especially handsome ones with
boy-next-door grins. But as Marlee and
Deacon attempt to identify and prevent the bomber from detonating the device,
they discover that love may be the most explosive force of all.

“I have been known to tell a white
lie now and then to spare someone’s feelings, but on the whole—” She looked
away from Henry.

As her blacker than black eyes met
his gaze, Deacon felt pinned to the wall.

About Catherine E.
McLean

Besides Catherine being a wife and mother, she has ridden
and exhibited Morgan Sport Horses. She's an avid clothing and costume designer,
an award-winning amateur photographer, a 4-H leader, and a Red Hatter who loves
bling.

She lives on a farm nestled in the foothills of the
Allegheny Mountains of Western Pennsylvania. In the quiet of the countryside,
she writes fantasy, futuristic, and paranormal stories where a reader can
escape to other worlds for adventure and romance.

Her short stories have appeared in hard-copy and online
anthologies and magazines. Besides having two novels published, soon to be
released is her lighthearted fantasy/sci-fi romance HEARTS AKILTER. Catherine
also gives writing workshops, both online and in-person. A schedule is posted
at http://www.writerscheatsheets.com/workshops.html

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Sydney St. Claire will be awarding a randomly drawn commenter via Rafflecopter a $20 Amazon/BN gift card, so please make sure to enter!

BLURB:

Rancher
Caitlin Olsen is in complete control of her life. After years of taking care of
others, she’s on her own and loving every minute. She has her horses and her
ranch. What more does she need? Yet deep inside, she yearns to give up all her
responsibilities and simply experience life. When a friend suggests she try a
bit of BDSM role-play, she does her research and accepts an invitation to
Pleasure Manor for a fairy tale event.

War hero and Dominant,
Damon Steele is a loner. His failure to keep his men alive destroyed too many
hopes and dreams. He won’t be responsible for anyone else's life or happiness
ever again. There’s no room in his life—or his heart—for romance. Instead, he
satisfies his needs at BDSM clubs and never with the same sub. Taking part in
the fairy tale event at Pleasure Manor is difficult enough, but when Beauty
challenges him both in the bedroom and out, he’s not sure he can control his
inner beast.

EXCERPT

She licked her lips, suddenly nervous again. How did a
person begin a cold turkey sexual fling? She didn’t engage in one-night stands,
always dated and got to know her past lovers first. “I’m Caitlin. I’ve never
been here before. What now?”

He inclined his head. “I’m Damon. I’ll be your Dom for the
weekend. Find the X on the floor and stand on it.”

Damon. To tame. Oh, yes, she wanted to tame her beast. Like
a flame set to gas-soaked briquettes, his gaze on her breast, along with his
sexy, deep baritone voice, ignited the ball of lust swirling in her center.

Whew, this won’t be so bad. In fact, if she hadn’t been
cuffed, she might have jumped him, tumbled them both onto the couch.

He snapped his fingers, bringing her back to the here and
now. “First rule. I don't give instructions more than once. Do as I ordered.”

The lust in her veins cooled and once again, indignation
threaded with anger took hold. “Excuse me?” No one had ordered her around since
she was thirteen and assumed the role of parent to her younger siblings and
caregiver to her mother.

“Your choice is to obey or leave. If you want to leave, I’ll
remove the cuffs and let Hastings arrange for you to be taken home.”

Go before she sampled this hunk? Nope. No matter how much
she hated being told what to do. Her curiosity was piqued, and her body ached
to have this man kiss her. And fuck her like a stallion claiming his mare. This
Belle wanted her Beast.

This is the fourth installment in the author's Once Upon a Dom series. Each story in
the series features couples donning fairy tale characters' disguise to enact
kinky sex games and find true love in the bargain. In Beauty Submits to Her Beast, Caitlin spends her life rescuing
horses and running her ranch. She's used to being in charge. But her love life
is decidedly lackluster, so she jumps at the chance to spend a weekend at a
BDSM getaway. This will be her opportunity to experience the awesome sex she
dreams of.

At the getaway Caitlin finds her disguise is that of
Belle and her Dom aka "Beast" is Damon. Though Caitlin finds it hard
to hand over control, Damon more than delivers on his promise of sexual
adventure. While he introduces her to all kinds of delights, their relationship
deepens as they get to know each other. Caitlin discovers Damon, a former SEAL,
is tortured by memories of his lost comrades and consumed by guilt, believing
he was responsible for their deaths.

Though I've read and enjoyed two previous entries in
this series, I must say I liked this one best. Because it is considerably
longer than the earlier novellas, there's more room for character development
(not to mention plenty more hot sex!) I liked Caitlin's self-assurance and the
way she owned what she enjoyed sexually. Her efforts to be a "good
sub" were sometimes comical, in that submitting was so unlike her nature.
Damon was a super-hot hero and his struggle to overcome his past was very
touching. I loved how deeply Caitlin cared and how much she wanted to help him.
Her plan to give him room to battle his demons was very wise. I enjoyed the
reappearance of several characters from earlier stories--especially Glorie, the
Domme. I really hope she gets her own story. And I loved the description of the
treehouse--I want one for myself!

I highly recommend Beauty Submits to Her Beast as an awesome erotic read. Everyone who
loves feisty heroines and tortured alpha heroes should give
this book a try.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Sydney St.
Claire is the pseudonym of Susan Edwards, author of 14 Historical Native
American/Western/Paranormal romances and the author of the popular “White”
Series.

Sydney loves
writing and sharing stories of love, happiness and dreams come true with her
readers. She credits her mother for her writing success. Encouraged to read as a child, she always
preferred happy endings which meant romances were her favorite genre. Sydney takes her readers into the world of
erotica romance where her characters come together in explosive passion as they
solve life’s problems and find true love along with the best sex our hero and
heroine have ever experienced.

Sydney’s office
is quite crowded with three dogs at her feet and five cats to keep her company
while she writes. Three cats always insist on beds on her desk, barely leaving
enough room for her monitor and keyboard. Life gets fun when all five insist on
supervising…

When not
writing, she enjoys crafts of all sorts including quilting, sewing,
cross-stitch and knitting. She and her husband of 30 + years are avid
gardeners. He takes care of the veggies, and Susan is in charge of the
‘pretties’. Her medicine wheel garden is in a contact state of war: flowers vs.
weeds. Sadly, right now the weeds are wining…

While writing,
she listens to a wide variety of music. Her current favorites are Blackmore’s
Night and David Lanz.

As far as Nina Beaumont is concerned, money ruins everything. Leave it to her wealthy family to screw up her professional life and her personal life. When she crashes and her car sinks, sending her identification and all her belongings spiraling into the watery abyss, Nina sees her chance to escape.
And stumbles into a job with the hottest man she’s ever met…as his maid.
Between running an inn, caring for his grandmother, and trying to keep the dirty-dealing Beaumont Corporation from stealing his land, Joe Farina's plate is full. He doesn't have time for romantic entanglements—especially not with the suspiciously bad maid he just hired, no matter how much he needs her…both in and out of his bed.
Screwing with her life is one thing, but Nina’s not about to let her family screw with Joe. That is, if she doesn’t lose him when he finds out who she really is.

Excerpt:

Joe’s shoulders bunched up as his fingers got busy with her shirt. It
had a tight fit and a long row of buttons.

“Don’t want to tear your shirt,” he said as he wrestled with the
buttons.

Oh, that was sweet of him, trying to preserve her cheap shirt because
he was under the impression she was poor. Her breasts ached for his touch, but
she waited until he was done. Finally he pulled off her shirt along with her
jacket and tossed them to the ground. The sight of her black bra made him
pause.

“Oh, yeah. I like this.” He ran a finger lightly over the lace trim,
leaving her flesh burning.

Lava heat pounded in her breasts, gathered in a liquid pool between her
legs. “Why are you waiting?” she breathed, legs trembling. “You’ve seen the
goods before.”

“I like seeing them wrapped up in a pretty package.”

His eyes feasted on her as he drew his fingers over one bra cup and
rested them against the peak. The way Joe ogled her breasts made her feel like
a centerfold model. He curved his hands around her waist, found the zipper of
her skirt, and made short work of it. The skirt fell around her feet with a
soft whoosh.

Eek. Now he could see the plain beige panties she’d been forced to buy.
She hadn’t minded showing them when they’d jumped off the cliff, but now they
were in his bedroom, and she wished she had her usual sexy silk thongs.
Suddenly self-conscious, she crossed her hands over the bargain-basement
panties.

“Hey, what’re you trying to hide?” Joe tugged at her hands, grinning.

“Uh, the general store was fresh out of Victoria’s Secret.” She
reluctantly allowed him to lift her hands away. “It was either this or great
big granny panties.”

Joe stared greedily at her panties, and then he brushed his palm over
them, making her squirm. He chuckled low in his throat. “I can’t believe you’re
embarrassed over this.”

Shoot, she was in danger of giving herself away. Ordinary working-class
people didn’t get hung up because they weren’t wearing expensive lingerie.

“I just want to look my best, Joe.”

His eyes flared. “Sweet pea, you could make even granny panties look
sexy.”

“I’ll have to test you out on that,” she said, snickering.

He groaned. “You’re testing me right now.” Taking hold of both her
hands, he eased them behind her back and lowered his head to her neck. “And I
can’t resist…”

About Coleen Kwan

Coleen Kwan has been a bookworm all her life. At school English was her favorite subject, but for some reason she decided on a career in IT. After many years of programming, she wondered what else there was in life — and discovered writing. She loves writing contemporary romance and steampunk romance.
Coleen lives in Sydney, Australia with her partner and two children. When she isn’t writing she enjoys avoiding housework, eating chocolate, and watching TV shows like Criminal Minds and Masterchef.